Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 31

Bech pushes a vending machine cup at Cappelli. “What’s she saying?”

Cappelli hooks a thumb into a pocket “Never gets any fucking better does it? Denying everything of course. Says she’s being framed.”

Bech barks a laugh. “Of course. Just another victim of a tragic miscarriage of justice.”

“Aren’t they all? Still, looks like that lawyer of hers is going to get her sprung. Bail’s set high but the judge is allowing it. No previous. And it looks like they share a school tie.”

Fuck!

“Who is he? He looked pretty high-class to be the legal for a hooker.”

“Theo Aldred. Subs for Max Devlin. From Hofferman and Partners…”

“Hofferman’s? The prosecutors on the Romani Family case?”

“Yup. Don’t envy him that one. They’ve got all the wits under protection and the judge and lawyers have full surveillance.” Cappelli sucks at the coffee, pulls a face. “Stone-cold… You’re right though. You’d not think he’d turn up for the likes of that one would you?” He tilts the cup at Bech. “I’m going to the machine for another. Want one?”

“Thanks, but no. I’m off in five.”

*****

So, the bitch got herself sprung…

Back in his apartment, Bech paces, curses, bangs his fist on the wall. Then…

The blindingly fuckin’ obvious…

He checks the card index,

And sure enough…

Maximillian Devlin. Lawyer. Married twice. Son by previous.

One daughter by current marriage - favourite topic of conversation. Likes rabbits and pink. Got a pony. Gymkhana. Head girl at Ponterbury.

*****

 

Michael

ceilings, then brain-cells line up in good

the covers are rumpled, sheets thrown back, but when I listen, there is a faint clatter of movement from

Beauty. She’s looking better than she has since we returned from the last visit to

Her father…

Christ…

hue, and her cheeks

Babe…

high cheekbones with a fingertip. Her lids flutter,

my Charlotte…there. Not the stranger who looked out at me for the last few days, but

to touch me, she smiles.

stroking her face, “How

eyes are soft and watery. “I’m fine. Really, I’m

pad of my thumb. “Sometimes life throws shit at us, knocks us down. There's no sin in falling over. Only in not standing up again.” I replace

gaze, she

that if you really want to get yourself pregnant.” Her

Her voice is a whisper.

we talked about it. It’s fine.

my lips across hers. Her hand curves around the back of my head. “Thank you.” She nuzzles into

away, holding her gaze. “But I never went away. I never will go away…” She sighs. “And yes, I’ve been looking forward to being back in our own bed too.

forehead creases. “You mean you

a bed when you’re not in it with us? He might be

doorway comes a chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint you there.” James holds

upright. “God, I’m

James grins. “She’s back.”

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Twenty-Six Years Ago

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